Page 197 of Sinful Lies

But now, after an hour of peace, Greg was finally coming back to life, blinking against the dim light, his breath ragged and uneven.

“You didn’t,” he croaked, his voice a whisper of disbelief.

I barked out a laugh. “Oh, I fucking did.”

He groaned, thrashing against the ropes like that’d do anything. His chair creaked under the effort, the pathetic sound of his struggle grating on my ears.

“Now what, Lazzio, huh?” he spat. “An eye for an eye?”

“Something like that.”

The warehouse door groaned open, its metallic echo rolling through the cavernous space. Cold light spilled in, illuminating Greg, who flinched like a cockroach caught under a lamp. His thrashing against the ropes stilled, but his breaths came quicker, sharp and panicked.

I didn’t move. I just leaned back in my chair, tilting it onto two legs, my eyes fixed on the black SUV gliding inside. Its engine purred like a predator, unhurried as the tires crunched to a stop on the concrete.

The driver’s door opened first, and out stepped Vittori.

“Satan’s pissed,” he said, nodding toward the back seat. “She’s not getting out of that car. Good luck.”

I wiped the smile off my face with the back of my hand.

Of course, she wouldn’t.

I made my way to the car, ignoring Vittori as he leaned against the hood, that smirk on his face like he was enjoying the whole damn thing a little too much.

I ignored him, pulling the back door open and ducking inside.

The scent of leather and something distinctivelyhershit me immediately.

I shut the door behind me with a soft click, my gaze finding her instantly. She was still, like stone—eyes locked out the window, face unreadable. I knew better than to think she was just ignoring me. She was probably plotting, calculating her next move, just like always.

For a moment, I just watched her.

Pretty face, full lips, sleek hair—so fucking beautiful. Too beautiful.

The woman I had given my heart to, only to watch her crush it in her hands.

She crossed her arms, irritation flaring.

“How the hell did you even get out of jail?” she shot at me. “Guess blood money really is the ultimate pass to freedom, huh?”

“No proof,amore.”

“No proof? Really? Because thosebigfolders I handed over sure seemed like enough proof that you’re a psychopath, a murderer, a liar, manipulative?—”

I leaned back, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth. “Fuck, you’ve never looked sexier, Jade.”

Her glare could’ve burned me alive.

“Who would’ve thought, huh? You fucking snitching on me just makes me want you even more.”

She exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “Oh, perfect. You’ve lost it too. Listen, your stupid buddy kidnapped me on my way to the airport—unwillingly, I might add—and now I’m stuck in theback of a car in some deserted warehouse. I was supposed to be sipping champagne in first class, flying to Scotland to celebrate my sweet revenge, not here. So do me a favor—Let. Me. Go.”

“I didn’t kill your sister, Jade.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “You’re lying.”

“Get out of the car. You need to hear the truth.”

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